There’s a guy I had a hard time getting over after breaking up with him. It was a rather brief whirlwind romance but I liked him a lot while the going was good. I ended things even though I was still so badly into him just because I suddenly was done asking this grown man for common decency and to be treated like the princess that I was meant to be treated as. All I got were empty words and promises, and getting strung along by the false hope of a fluffier tomorrow. I know for a fact he will try to reestablish contact one day. Maybe not soon, maybe much later. They always do. Even though I know I never want him back and will never again sell myself that short for a person as undeserving as him, I lowkey want the odd satisfaction of rejecting him again when he tries.